Thirty-seven
Cathal followed the one called Kesia. She walked slowly, and the pace tortured him.
He wasn’t stupid. Cathal knew the promise of freedom was a lie, and that Kesia had instructions to kill him. But it would be freedom from his suffering. It would be like Tris, back in the pit. Cathal only now understood how Brice had saved Tris by ending his life.
A thought crossed his mind—would Ryann understand, too?
He should have tried sussing to her, but there was nothing he could say. He knew her pleas for his survival were pointless, but telling her that he wanted to die would have torn her up inside. And she was already so frail.
He’d felt that, the moment she’d stepped into the room. He’d recognised her straight away, her presence burning bright and warm when he wanted the dark
